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Chapter 410: Go to the 8th Level of Hell and Write for Another 5 Years

There is no more book left.

The third elder waved his hand and took them all away.

Before leaving, he said indignantly: "The Immortal Sect Competition is about to begin. Why don't you hurry up and practice hard to consolidate your cultivation? Instead, you are reading the storybook!"

"When can't I read the storybook? Does the Immortal Sect Competition happen every year?"

"I really have no ambition at all."

"You are truly the worst batch of disciples I have ever seen!"

After that, he rolled up his sleeves and left.

After the third elder left, he went to the headmaster and convened a meeting.

He showed the script he had collected and said righteously, "The Immortal Sect Competition is approaching. This is no joke. The disciples of our sect are so obsessed with playing around. Losing is a small matter, but if something happens inside, it will be a big deal."

"You must keep a close watch on him!"

The other elders nodded.

Yuxi Sword Master held his forehead with his hand. After knowing that it was his disciple who brought it back from the mountain, he felt even more ashamed in front of the Third Elder.

He threatened to punish them severely when he returned.

"These kids are really something. Do they need someone to watch them like this and help them practice?"

"Thank you for your trouble, Third Elder. It is a blessing for those disciples to have you."

"I didn't expect the Third Elder to be so dedicated. I misunderstood you before, thinking that you didn't care about the disciples in the sect at all."

The third elder took the script without changing his expression.

After returning home and closing the door, the serious and old-fashioned look disappeared instantly.

The third elder grinned and directly released the script.

He looked at his own achievements with satisfaction, stroking his beard from time to time.

When a few young disciples went down the mountain earlier, he was still thinking about how he could quietly ask someone to bring back a few books for him, or tell them where the bookstore was.

I want a decent way to get the script.

But he was late the next day, and when he arrived, he could only see the tail of their swords.

The third elder had been waiting for this day for a long time. If the few people didn’t come back, he wanted to run to Yandu to find them.

Now, he got the script without any damage.

He was smart. This method not only saved his face, but also allowed him to see the storybook, establish his authority in front of a group of disciples, and finally earn him a good reputation for caring for his disciples.

It's like killing many birds with one stone.

Where else in the world is there a brain as smart as his?

The third elder rubbed his hands and chuckled.

Let him see which one he saw last time.

The third elder picked up a storybook and did not forget to find excuses for himself.

It's not that he is obsessed with material things. Although he also reads storybooks, he is completely different from those disciples.

He has studied hard for hundreds of years, so what's wrong with him enjoying himself for a few days now that he's old?

He was not obsessed.

He was just a little curious.

As for those immature disciples, it was obvious that they had no self-control, so such a tempting book must not fall into their hands.

The Third Elder thought to himself, when he was practicing, he could not do anything except practicing. Why should he let them have such a good book to read while they were practicing?

Of course, he would not admit that he had been caught in the rain, and he would tear up other people's umbrellas.

He felt that his trick was called "Everyone's Happy". He could read the story, and his disciples could focus more on cultivation. They all had a bright future.

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The atmosphere in the system space was extremely dead silent.

Even Beibei, the most noisy ghost, was killed to death.

They have read more than 20 works of Li Wenshu in his previous life.

To be fair, the writing style may not be as good as it is now, but the imaginative plot is no worse than it is now, and it is very creative.

In addition, these were all written when her mental state was not very good. As the saying goes, "pain is the soil for literary creation." Perhaps this is also the reason why Li Wenshu's past works are not inferior to her current ones.

I just felt a bit dazed after watching it.

It's as if someone has dug a piece of my brain out of thin air.

When I saw the two ghosts united in the end, I couldn’t even cry anymore.

Sometimes being able to cry is a way to relieve stress and release, but not being able to cry may cause a greater psychological blow.

At least the three of them still looked dead even after a week, as if they were still immersed in the story.

Maybe it has something to do with reading more than 20 articles in one go.

After recovering from the shock, the first thing the system said was, "Do those readers online still need the host's information? I can provide it for free."

Ghost Dongdong: [Me too, yes.]

Gui Beibei had a blank expression on his face. "When you go to hell, I won't let you go. I'm going to send you to the eighteenth level of hell for fifty thousand years!"

Ghost Dongdong: [Approved.]

Li Wenshu: “…”

Sun Wukong was suppressed under the Five Finger Mountain for only five hundred years.

She didn't commit such a serious crime as causing havoc in heaven.

The confused trio decided to watch "Waste" to relax.

In order to catch up with those twenty or so novels, they put "Waste" aside for a few days, and there should be quite a few updates left now.

Their final impression of the novel was that it was light-hearted, cheerful and refreshing, and it very much satisfied their fantasies of cultivating immortals and flying with swords.

Although I'm not sure if this novel will become sad later on, at least it shouldn't happen that quickly.

It is obvious that the heroine has not yet integrated into this world and has not established a close relationship or connection with this world. In this case, it seems that there will not be much emotional ups and downs if she leaves any character.

After all, the reader is putting himself in the perspective of the heroine, and his emotional ups and downs are largely along the lines of the heroine.

According to their experience, Li Wenshu usually starts to abuse the readers after the heroine has established a connection with the world.

Just like in "Farming", after the heroine integrates into the world and has partners, she starts to kill people accurately with every blow.

Li Wenshu hesitated to speak and wanted to stop him, but it was just a thought.

Anyway, there are only two ghosts and one system, so I guess they can’t die.

Today’s update is a little bit sad.

The Xuanqi set in the novel is a magical weapon forged with human flesh and blood, which means that every weapon in the Xuanqi Pavilion is attached with the souls of many people.

The same is true for the companion mirror.

[Jiang Xian and Xie Sichen reincarnated ten times, and each time they witnessed a world go from prosperity to extinction, and the people who talked to them died in front of them again and again.

What followed was the gradual collapse of their will.

If their self-awareness disappears, they will be swallowed up by the companion mirror.

Many disciples' expressions had begun to become distracted, and some could only hold on to the fifth or sixth time. Their bodies began to disintegrate and their minds became confused.

No one can accept that a close friend who they have been with day and night dies in front of them, but they can only force themselves to accept it and then hold on.

They can't even be too sad, because excessive emotional fluctuations may lead to their death.

Jiang Xian's face was also a little pale, and she looked a little embarrassed. She looked at Xie Shichen.

He watched quietly as yet another disciple died and was forever trapped in the companion mirror.

And this disciple had a good relationship with him.